THE LOVE CONTRACT (ON HOLD!)

The love contract- Secrets revealed.

A/N: Before I begin, I want to emphasize how much I am physically and emotionally drained right now. This has been the hardest chapter to write because of my frustrating case of writers block. I wouldn't have delayed it until this afternoon if it hadn't been for re-writing this chapter up five times. FIVE. And then when I finally got together a final chapter yesterday night, wattpad decided to delete the whole thing and I was devastated. So thank you for bearing with me & enjoy.

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His dominating, powerful words played at the the back of my mind continuously as the night drew in. Sometimes I couldn't help but to think what would've happened if I hadn't been out that night on the beach and I had thought it many times before.

I made out his near-to-perfect face in my mind. His pitch black hair when disheveled at its most attractive point, the jet black orbs at the core of his emerald jewels with the same black silhouette surrounding them. And then I think. How could have God created such a beautiful human-being, only to be let down by this chauvinistic, arrogant excuse of a man?

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Before I knew it I was unconsciously staring into a trance of red pools of thin wine which so happened to swirl its way down the sink, as I let the hollow glass bottle join the rest in the trash. Watching it wash away was quite satisfying at the least.

For the past few weeks Khalil had suddenly become prone to not eating. This was followed by continuous arguments-with stupid causes, sleepless nights in which he spent most of the time in his study and lack of communication quite often. I wasn't afraid to speak up for myself now and then as I had gradually become slightly comfortable, treating the apartment as my own home.

Tonight was the night I would challenge him beyond the limits. Tonight I had to put my utmost trust into my patience, hoping that it wouldn't test me.

I wasn't going to let his filthy drinking habit be anymore; a wife was supposed fulfill her role into bettering her husband after marriage. Even if I wasn't his wife at heart, I was merely a human helping out another.

If I wasn't strict with my terms, he'd take me further for granted so I had to show him a little insight of my strict side, even though a little part of me was scared. This was the only way I had figured I could help him and myself. With God's help I got through a few of many exams but the stress of balancing work, marriage life and my studies was beginning to prove to be a struggle.

I couldn't always rely on being the conventional one as I had sacrificed too much already.

The door shut at 12:00pm that night. Because I had become immune to staying awake, sleep was a myth and I settled on the couch reading 'The Kite Runner' instead, aware of Khalil arriving home from work as I had expected.

"Assalamu'alaikum. Dinner's in the oven, take it or leave it," I declared, without making any form of eye contact. There was no answer as I had expected also, but an odd silence until I heard him walk past the room and into his study. After a few moments of patiently waiting, his footsteps approached once again.

I was more or less triumphant at the fact he had chosen to eat and my prayer was answered, now all I had to do was wait silently for the storm yet to arrive.

I walked into the kitchen and poured myself a cold drink, noticing that Khalil was sat eating and talking on the phone, so I walked out once again without taking my eyes off the novel.

A few minutes passed until I could hear the fridge door opening and closing and I realized that he was looking for something familiar, except when he couldn't find his beloved alcohol in the cabinets, he then began to loudly rummage through every compartment.